Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 148 She is like a little wild cat, loves to make waves

An Xiangwan could somewhat understand her best friend's current mood. After comforting her a few words, she ended the call when she said she was tired.

I don't know if Zong Che will come tonight, but if he does come, it's probably because of Jiao'er.

She went back to bed and lay down, thought wildly for a while, and then fell asleep.

Around five o'clock in the morning, Zong Che's purple-clothed figure appeared beside her bed. He was fast asleep, and when he came, he sealed the Yin Qi so as not to wake her up.

Lying quietly beside her, looking at her fair oval face, with long and thick eyelashes like a fan, she looks so quiet at this moment, and she can't be associated with her temperament after waking up.

After waking up, she is like a little wild cat, loves to make waves and is very jealous, otherwise why would she always target Jiao'er, but he doesn't care about it.

He slept with her until dawn, and then he left quietly.

Back in the cave, the little ghost fire immediately floated around him: "Master, you are back."

"Ah."

Zong Che responded, waiting for the report from the little ghost fire.

The little ghost fire followed An Xiangwan for a day, and found out a lot of things. Among them, the old lady's private meeting with young male ghosts in the men's bathroom was also told.

An Xiangwan asked the ghost fire to tell him that Mao'er was not allowed to enter the cave in the future...

Zong Che frowned into Fukagawa after hearing the ghost fire's report. In fact, he already knew about the ghost mother, but he didn't want to interfere with her freedom. As long as he didn't go too far, he could turn a blind eye and close his eyes. For many lives, forget them.

Withdrew from the will-o'-the-wisp, he floated and slowly sank into the black coffin.

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Around ten o'clock in the morning, the sky outside the house turned overcast and cloudy, blocking out the sun.

Gong Ze asked for leave to stay at home because he knew that people from Wudang would come today. After An Xiangwan had breakfast with him, they sat together on the sofa in the living room and waited.

While waiting, An Xiangwan tried to ask Gong Ze about the Zong family.

"That Doctor Gong..."

Gong Ze was sitting comfortably on the sofa at this time, holding a fruit plate to pick black strawberries to eat. Hearing the sound, he looked at the little beauty next to him, with a cautious look on his face. military situation.

"Well, let's talk."

After speaking, he took off a black bag and threw it into his mouth, biting it so that it made a "creaking" sound, and sighed in his heart with satisfaction, the fruit that Aunt Zhang went to buy this morning is really fresh
"Who else is there in the Zong family? Is Ah Che's father still there?"

An Xiangwan asked this question so that Gong Ze couldn't understand her intentions, Junmei frowned slightly and looked at her for a long time before shaking his head: "Not here anymore, I've been reincarnated several times, what's wrong?"

"No, I just feel like I've seen them all, so I'm curious to ask." She evasively replied, in that case, it's okay for Shen Meizhuang to meet young male ghosts privately...

"Oh, is that really all that is?"

Gong Ze didn't sound like that, this little woman was full of bad things, she must have found out something, otherwise why would she come to ask him about these things that can't be beaten together.

"if not?"

An Xiangwan didn't admit it, she couldn't tell Gongze what she saw yesterday for the time being, and if she said it, it wouldn't be an excuse.

Just as Gong Ze was about to say something, Aunt Zhang hurried over and said, "Master, Miss An, the Taoist priest of Wudang is here."

After listening, he immediately put the fruit plate back on the coffee table and set it up, got up, straightened his clothes: "Bring the Taoist priest in, and prepare tea and fruit to greet you."

Seeing Gong Ze's nervous reaction, An Xiangwan couldn't help laughing, as if a father was going to accompany his daughter to the stage to receive an award.

(End of this chapter)